There must be 5,000 Chinese Food restaurants in Brooklyn, and all of them are grimey. And while I do like my NY gritty like it was in the “Taxi Driver” and “The Warriors” days, I’m not big on eating in a dirty takeout covered in graffiti. Even if it has an “A” rating displayed in the window, I’ll be grabbing some jerk chicken from the Jamaican spot across the street instead.